The moment she saw Ming Luo, Yuan Cha felt relieved. She didn't want to fight Baohua. Ming Luo was a good opponent for her.
However, her charm can actually affect herself. It seems that she has made terrible progress in these years.
Yuan Cha was a little surprised, but he still took a deep breath and said coldly: "Ming Luo, do you dare to fight me?"
"You bitch of Yuan Cha, today is the time to kill you!" Ming Luo shouted coldly and unceremoniously.
If we say that when she was still in the demon world, her strength was roughly the same as Yuan Cha's, or even weaker, and she had no confidence in defeating her opponent.
Now after experiencing rebirth in the spirit world and shaping the supreme demonic body, the strength of her physical body has greatly increased, and her strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. Now she is completely sure to suppress Yuansha.
Therefore, she was the first to find Yuan Cha.
Being called a slut like this, even though Yuan Cha felt guilty, his anger was blazing and he snorted coldly:
"If you want to die yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Saying that, He Sheng rushed forward, and the two women immediately started fighting.
On the other side, headed by the two middle-stage Mahayana masters, eleven saint ancestors rushed towards Baohua at the same time. It was obvious that they attached great importance to Baohua.
On Ye Changsheng's side, three ordinary demon ancestors rushed over with ferocious smiles on their faces, seemingly intent on a quick victory.
The three of them joined forces to kill him quickly, then joined forces to kill Ming Luo, and finally defeated Baohua together.
The plan was perfect!
Seeing this scene, Ye Changsheng and Baohua both had mocking smiles on their faces.
The corners of Baohua's mouth curled up, and she showed no fear at all when facing the eleven Saint Ancestors who were coming towards her. She lightly lifted her jade hand in front of her, opened her mouth and blew, and a ball of pink light came out.
The ball of light looked ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was actually composed of countless pink runes the size of rice grains. After spinning around, it landed lightly on the palm of Baohua's mutton-fat white jade-like palm.
At this time, she gently tapped the ball of light with another finger.
With a "Puff" sound, the ball of light exploded, and countless runes circled and danced nearby like pink petals, flashing wildly and extremely gorgeously.
But at this moment, a ray of emerald green flashed through the center of the burst of light ball!
Then, a piece of green grass appeared silently on the palm of his hand, and quickly grew up. In just a few blinks, it turned into a small green tree half a foot tall, and continued to change crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
big.
In an instant, a large emerald green tree took shape on one of Baohua's jade hands, completely covering her graceful figure below.
The leaves of this branch are emerald green and translucent, and the roots have become one with the palm of Baohua, and it seems to be continuously absorbing the mana from its body.
"The Holy Tree of Xuantian, she has completely integrated this treasure, can it be said?"
In the distance, while fighting Ming Luo, Yuan Cha was still paying attention to Baohua. When he saw the big green tree, he suddenly lost his voice, and then his face turned a little livid.
She seemed to have remembered something. As Baohua's closest sister, she knew many of Baohua's secrets.
In particular, he knows a secret technique that Baohua is studying hard.
"Yuan Cha, it's too late for you to regret now!" Ming Luo yelled, and the attack became more and more fierce, making Yuan Cha unable to breathe.
"Xuantianhua Realm!"
Baohua shouted low, and the green tree in his hand suddenly blurred. Dots of pink light suddenly appeared on the branches everywhere, and in the next moment, they transformed into groups of pink buds, which instantly covered the entire tree.
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At this time, a pleasant mantra came from Baohuatan's mouth, and the flower buds began to bloom slowly, and the rich floral fragrance filled the entire space.
What's even more incredible is that when the pink flowers of the entire tree began to bloom, the color of its body also changed from emerald green to pink.
The transformation was so fast, it seemed like it was just a thought.
At this time, the sound of Sanskrit sounds sounded faintly in the sky. Wherever you looked, there were clusters of pink flower shadows everywhere. The space within a radius of thousands of feet became a sea of pink, as if it had become a world of its own.
"Is this the pseudo-spiritual realm? It's really powerful. It really makes people look forward to what the real spiritual realm will do!" Ye Changsheng exclaimed after seeing this scene.
"Human monk, do you still have the heart to care about other people's battles?" A cold shout came, and an old man with a strange bun on his head appeared in front of Ye Changsheng.
This person glanced at Baohua and secretly felt frightened. He didn't know what method Baohua used, but he could feel the terrifying power in it.
Faintly, I felt a little lucky that I was assigned here. Dealing with a newly promoted Mahayana was much less stressful than dealing with Baohua.
It can be said that there is no comparison at all.
The three of us should be able to deal with this person easily.
With this thought in mind, the Demon Clan Saint Ancestor looked at Ye Changsheng with a ferocious smile.
As a result, what I saw was a pair of indifferent eyes, looking down arrogantly from above, not taking him seriously at all.
The three demons Mahayana saw the same look, and the three of them were furious. They shouted loudly and activated their magic weapons to kill Ye Changsheng.
"Chicken wag!"
Ye Changsheng made a cold sound, and stood the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword in front of him. He flicked the fingers of his left hand, and a green storm suddenly swept out from it.
A wave of destruction spread and enveloped the world, causing every monk who was there to feel a palpitation-like feeling.
"ah!!!"
Screams rang out, and a green storm swept over the three Mahayana monks. After the storm dissipated, all three people disappeared.
With one blow, these three demon ancestors all fell.
This scene was clearly seen by everyone, and the saint ancestors of the demon clan finally understood who they had provoked.
His face turned pale almost instantly, and his high aura suddenly fell to the bottom. Almost everyone made the same action at the same time.
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"You want to leave now, don't you think it's a little late?"
Baohua narrowed his eyes and said something emotionless. Then he reached out to the flower tree in front of him with a jade hand, plucked a giant pink flower lightly, and threw it into the void in front of him without haste.
And out.
The giant flower swayed and disappeared in the void.
The next moment, there was a loud "rumbling" sound, and the air in front of several Mahayana who were about to fly out of the sea of flowers trembled, and a large volcano erupted, spewing out large amounts of pink light.
In this pink glow, the magic lights on several people's bodies were trembling wildly, their steps staggered, and they seemed to be unable to even stand firmly.
With a low roar of fright and anger, these people quickly used all their magic weapons to disperse the pink light that surged around them. At the same time, their faces were full of frightened and angry expressions, and their eyes looking at Baohua showed a hint of fear.
Intention comes.
This is the Xuantian Spiritual Realm. Under its shroud, it is impossible to draw on any external energy of heaven and earth, and can only use its own magic power to resist the attacks of the Lord of the Spiritual Realm.
This is very important. You must know that all monks who have transformed into gods can only use 70% to 80% of their magical powers with the help of the vitality of heaven and earth.
If they cannot draw on the vitality of heaven and earth, their strength will drop sharply, and they will naturally be unable to resist Baohua's blow.
The pink world shrouded all the eleven Saint Ancestors in it, and the shadows of countless giant flowers appeared layer by layer, blocking any Saint Ancestor who wanted to escape.
They kept using the magic weapons in their hands to crush the giant flowers layer after layer, but countless flowers would immediately reappear.
There was no way I could get out.
With the help of the pseudo-spiritual realm formed by merging with the Xuantian Flower Tree, Baohua suppressed the eleven Saint Ancestors with one person, and she still seemed to have some strength left.
She stood in the center of the pink world, under the flower trees, watching these people trying to get out, and sighed softly.
The next moment, hundreds of giant pink flowers that originally occupied the branches suddenly fell from the trees in a flash.
"go"
Baohua rolled out a fragrant sleeve towards these pink flowers, and at the same time let out a sweet scream.
The next moment, a "pop" sound came, and after the pink flowers flew high into the sky, they turned into balls of magic flames, and instantly merged into one, turning into a sea of pink fire.
The sea of fire was only about the size of an acre at first, but when the flower shadows emerging from the void nearby came into contact, they turned into pink magic flames and spread crazily in all directions.
In just a few breaths, the entire sky above the flower world turned into a sea of demonic flames. Then, after muttering something under the treasure flower, the entire sea of fire roared and violently pressed toward the saint ancestors below.
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When the saints of the demon world saw this situation, their expressions changed drastically. They gathered together in horror and released magic weapons to jointly resist the sea of fire.
For a moment, the eleven people joined hands to block the arrival of the sea of fire, and various colors of light formed a curtain of light, wrapping them in it.
Outside was a raging sea of pink fire, constantly burning the light curtain, but the light curtain was extremely strong.
Baohua's face changed slightly when she saw this scene, and her jade face turned pale. With her current magic power, she still couldn't refine more than ten saint ancestors in one breath.
She could maintain this pseudo-spiritual realm for a while at most, and then she would have to disperse the spiritual realm to allow these Saint Ancestors to escape.
Seeing this situation, she looked at Ye Changsheng for help.
Ye Changsheng nodded, his body flashed, and the next moment he appeared in the pink sea of fire, in front of the light curtain.
The pink flames took a detour one after another, and when they touched his body, they scattered without attacking him.
Seeing his sudden appearance, the expressions of the eleven Saint Ancestors who were sitting cross-legged inside, jointly resisting the sea of fire, changed drastically, and panic flashed in their eyes.
They all saw the scene where Ye Changsheng killed the three Saint Ancestors with one sword just now, and they all knew that this one was probably even more ruthless than Baohua.
Where did Baohua find such a powerful helper? Is this really a human race in the spiritual world?
But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it. Once this person takes action, can they still stop him?
Just when these saint ancestors were horrified, Ye Changsheng faced the light curtain and shook the dark green sword in his hand.
In an instant, layers of crystal light flashed on the surface of the dark green wooden sword, and at the same time, the strong vitality between the surrounding heaven and earth trembled and turned into wisps of gorgeous light and rushed into it.
With a "Puff" sound, the gold and silver runes fluttered, and a giant silver crescent moon shot out from the dark green wooden sword. After a flash, it struck the colorful light curtain.
After hitting the light curtain, the giant crescent moon just trembled and exploded with little silver light.
At the same time, a terrifying power of law surged out from it, turning into dragon-like hurricanes and sweeping through the sea of fire.
"Wow!"
Under the baptism of the law storm, even the protective light shield formed by the eleven Mahayana's joint efforts was as fragile as porcelain, shattering with a crisp cracking sound.
A silvery hurricane swept through it, enveloping the pink sea of fire, and instantly drowned the eleven Saint Ancestors.
Ye Changsheng held the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword, and Baohua held the Xuantian Flower Tree. Together, they killed the eleven Saint Ancestors of the Demon Realm almost instantly.
When all the light dissipated, there was no breath left in the place, and those holy ancestors were completely destroyed as if they had never appeared.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Cha's face turned pale, he stopped in despair, looked at this side with dull eyes, and became motionless.
She gave up resistance.
Resistance was useless, and she couldn't escape in front of these two people, so she had no choice but to accept her fate!
And Ming Luo was not in a hurry to attack her at this time, he just blocked her retreat and looked at her with a sneer.
Baohua flashed and appeared in front of her. After Ye Changsheng packed up the things left on the battlefield, he also flew over.
He stood aside and looked at Baohua, Ming Luo, and Yuan Cha with a calm expression, facing each other, quietly waiting for the grievances between them to be resolved.
He has already had an idea in his mind about how to deal with Yuan Cha, but it mainly depends on the decision of Baohua, the person involved.
If she couldn't get rid of the hatred in her heart and insisted on killing Yuan Cha, Ye Changsheng would not stop her. Baohua's weight was much heavier than Yuan Cha's.
Of course, if she is still unwilling to kill Yuan Cha because of her old feelings, as in the original work, then Ye Changsheng will deal with Yuan Cha in his own way.
Speaking of which, he also had some grudges with Yuan Cha, and now he wanted to repay this saint who caused a lot of trouble in the human world.
Baohua looked at Yuan Cha with cold eyes and didn't say a word.
For a moment, the place became somewhat silent. As far as Yuan Cha was concerned, she only felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more depressing, and she gradually became breathless.
Her face became increasingly pale, and a feeling of despair filled Yuan Cha's heart. She took a deep breath, and finally couldn't help but say:
"Sister Baohua, you can kill or chop her as you please. Since I fell into your hands today, I have nothing to say!"
"Yuan Cha, do you regret it?" Baohua finally sighed and asked after being silent for a long time.
"There is nothing to regret. I am a winner or a loser. I don't think I have done anything wrong!" Yuan Cha said in an unusually calm voice.